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Part 1 of jeremy and michael have a baby
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love lost and found again

Summary:

When a rotting transgender corpse and a half brain-dead man love each other very much...

Basically Jeremy and Michael assumed they wouldn't have to worry about protection after Michael got scooped. They were wrong.

Notes:

This is loosely inspired by The Family Business by my dear friend blingeekingdave . if you haven't read it pls go read it it's sooooooo good. Thanks to Alona for being the best beta reader in existence i love you very much! if you like this pls like and comment!

Chapter 1

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Michael looked at himself in the mirror for the first time in a week. The same sallow, purple face looked back at him, clammy skin dangling from his cheekbones like one bad bite would send it sloughing to the floor. Hell, it might be that way. All Michael knew was so far it hadn't, and while he wouldn't call himself successful at keeping up the facade of life, having all the skin on his face certainly helped the illusion.

His once fierce blue eyes were now clouded over as he stared himself in the mirror, examining his body. His hair was luckily still intact, grown out about a centimeter from when he last cut it nearly a decade ago. His deathly pallor tinged purple with frozen veins in his face, giving him the appearance of a purple halloween zombie. Well, wasn't that what he was? A real life, bonafide zombie? He looked down at his well wrapped chest, the stitches sealing up the gash from his rib cage to his belly button. So much for not binding with bandages, he thought, running his hands over the symmetrical, healed scars on his chest. If he had to live as the eternal undead, at least he had been able to afford some gender affirming procedures before the transformation into a living ghoul. He stared down at his bandaged hands, fragile skin wrapped tightly to prevent tearing from overuse.

He knew this was all his father's fault. He should have died. He was supposed to be dead. But he wasn't.

How was he supposed to know how a human body functioned after 10 years of being officially dead?

He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at himself in the mirror any longer than he had to. He turned back around, exiting the bathroom and entering the living room of the tiny, one bedroom apartment. They couldn't afford much, between Jeremy's disability checks and his own night shift positions, but it was home. "Jeremy?"

The blonde turned to look at him with his whole body, face breaking out into a grin. "Mikey! Hey, come on, Wheel of Fortune is on!"

Mike checked his watch. Wheel of Fortune reruns were definitely the only thing playing at this hour. He walked over to his boyfriend of over a decade, sitting down on the arm of the sofa. "Hey Jer. Miss me while I was in the bathroom?" He planted a kiss to the half of Jeremy's face covered in scar tissue, right where his left eye once was. Jeremy leaned up to meet him for a kiss, warm lips against cold, clammy ones.

"Totally. I miss you when you go anywhere." He reached to squeeze one of Michael's bandaged hands, ignoring the limpness of the appendage. Any normal human would have probably run at the sight of Michael's eternally decayed body. A good Samaritan would have called an ambulance. A coroner would have gawked at the lack of insects on his impeccably preserved corpse. But not Jeremy, poor, frontal lobe-less Jeremy. Jeremy couldn't physically feel fear. When he looked at Mike, all he saw was his Mikey.

They sat in silence for a few minutes while the TV played some mindless commercials and Jeremy watched, amused. He was like a little kid, amused by the slightest things. It was adorable.

"Jeremy?"

"Yeah Mike?" He didn't even look up from the TV. Michael took a shaky breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Jeremy was quiet for a moment, letting it process in his brain. "Oh." He continued watching the TV, letting his eye get distracted by the flashing signs and bright colors. "How did that happen?"

Mike groaned. "Well, when a brain dead man and a transgender corpse love each other very much-"

Jeremy barked a laugh, batting at Mike's leg. "No but like. You're dead. How are you pregnant?"

He shrugged. "Beats me. How do I walk? How are we having a conversation right now? You're talking to a dead man, Jeremy."

He thought on it for a second, accepting that answer, and turned back to the TV. "I thought whatever drug you took to make you more dudely and stuff made you sterile."

"That's what they told me," Michael was surprised Jeremy remembered all the way back to when he was on T. He stopped after the scooping incident. It wasn't like his body was changing any more one way or another. Jeremy was really the best boyfriend, always helping him with injections and making sure he never felt like he was less of a man for needing it. "Guess it failed."

Jeremy bit his lip, studying the Wheel of Fortune board carefully. The contestant guessed correctly and he relaxed. "Can we afford a baby?"

"Not really."

"Oh." He closed his eye, looking up at Mike again. "I think we'd make really pretty babies, you and I."

If Michael were still alive, he would have blushed. If he were alive, Michael would have hated the idea of being pregnant. He wanted nothing more than to get a hysterectomy or something, cut it out of him entirely. But now, after 10 years of living in a rotten sack of flesh, the thought that something, some part of him was functioning, living, alive- it felt like he was taking something back. His body had been stolen from him, but this? This was all his. This was his and Jeremy's baby, made from very careful sex and nothing short of a miracle. He could feel it right now in his stomach, the feeling of warmth right below where the scooper had made its incision. It was safe.

So he tousled Jeremy's greying blond hair and watched the television, eventually getting the remote and switching it to soap operas once his boyfriend had fallen asleep in his arms. He didn't need to sleep anymore, but he didn't want to keep himself up thinking about how a corpse and a brainless man were going to raise a child. So he closed his eyes and rested himself in Jeremy's arms, and let the slow release of sleep overtake him.

Chapter 2

Summary:

How does a corpse give birth? Well, I'm glad you asked.

Notes:

I originally wasn't going to post this but some friends encouraged me to do so and I want to get around to publishing more stuff anyway! As always, beta read by shallowlives <3

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Michael knew something was off from the start of the day. He felt sick like he had as a little kid, achy and warm and exhausted. But that was the thing, he didn’t get warm. He was dead. So what was this feeling inside of him that made him feel like he was about to puke up another endoskeleton. Oh. Right. He was pregnant.

He looked over at Jeremy, who was still fast asleep in bed besides him. His shaggy hair covered half his face in such a way Michael almost couldn’t see the scar tissue engulfing the right half of his face. Almost. His hair fluttered over where his eye used to be with every exhale, cuddling closer into his pillow as Mike left the bed. He knew Jeremy couldn’t dream, any more than he could see out of his left eye, but he wished sweet dreams upon him as he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Mike didn’t waste any time staring at himself in the mirror. He knew the sallow, purple face that stared back at him all too well, and yet, he found it hard to find solace in it. When he couldn’t see himself for the corpse he was, instead all he saw was his father. He shuddered at the thought, shaking his head. Father, he was going to be a father too. He looked down at his body, poking at the bulge in his bandages, holding his few functional organs together with the help of Jeremy’s clumsy stitches.

He didn’t have much of a bump, which was a relief because dead skin wasn’t as elastic as it used to be. There was no need to adjust for the growing baby when his rib cage was empty of any organs that would have been shoved out of the way. It was nice, when he thought about it in a way, the space once hollowed to make room for a mix of robot parts now held a human life. If he was able to go to a therapist, he would have let them know. He knew the nice lady he saw before the scooping accident liked to talk about restructuring his mindset and finding the good in his trauma. Her office was always too warm and smelled like potpourri. Too warm… right, why was he feeling so warm?

He shook off the cloudy feeling in his head and reached into the cabinet for band aids. Thankfully, the worker’s compensation lawsuit against Fazbear Entertainment finally came through on Jeremy’s end. Between his accident and the wrongful death case of Michael Afton, they had more than enough money to keep them afloat for the time being. Mike snickered at that. His own death was going to pay for their baby’s college education. He took out a roll of bandages and started the long process of unwrapping his torso and rewrapping it. He took a moment to run his bandaged hands over the small bump in his stomach, closing his eyes. How on earth were him and Jeremy going to raise a baby? He had been 23 in 1992 when he got scooped, and Jeremy was only 18 at the time of the bite. In his mind, they were still kids. The only place he knew he could get a job was as a night guard at the same place that had cost him his life. There was money now, yes, but it wasn’t infinite. They didn’t know the slightest thing about parenting, even with all the time in the world to plan.

Mike hadn’t even realized he was breathing heavily until he opened his eyes again. He didn’t need to breathe, his lungs long forgotten. He looked down at his hand on his stomach, starting to wrap his body up again when something wet trickled down his leg. He froze in shock. He still ate and drank water, at Jeremy’s insistence, but he hadn’t peed himself since he had first become a corpse. Was he really losing it? Was his brain finally giving in to over 12 years of decay? That’s when it hit him, pain racing up his spine like he hadn’t felt since the scooper pierced inside of him. Only this hurt for more than a moment.

“Jeremy? I think we’re having a baby.”

-

Jeremy had passed enough of high school health to know how babies were made. Sure, Michael was dead, but dead ladies have babies all the time. He even did some research, finding out about coffin birth. In addition to being added to his ever growing list of band names, he found out enough to figure that the baby was sure to make it’s way out of Michael, one way or another.

He was not prepared for the hours of labor that getting the baby out of Michael entailed. “Aren’t you supposed to be more helpful?” Mike growled, lifeless eyes glaring at his boyfriend. Jeremy shrugged.

“What am I supposed to do? I got you water. Isn’t that what you asked for?”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Tell me to push or something. That’s what they do in all the soaps.”

Jeremy chuckled. “I’m glad you’re getting all your medical information from soap operas. Very reassuring.” He ignored the glare in his direction, getting up to fill Mike’s water glass again. Mike was sitting on their bed, wrapped in towels and a couple blankets, including one his mother made for him before she left. He slept with that one a lot.

“What else can I do? They’re not going to give a corpse a library card.” He huffed, pulling his knees tight to his chest. His bandaged hands gripped his calved tightly as he rocked back on his hips, letting out a low whine. “How does this hurt so bad?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Jeremy sighed, placing his hand over Michael's. “Can you feel anything down there?”

“It feels like my vagina is on fire, thank you very much.”

“You’re the one that told me it was okay to cum in you!”

Mike couldn’t help but laugh. So much for trying to be angry at his idiot of a boyfriend. “Come on. Let’s have a fucking kid.”

-

It took nearly 4 hours of labor and a lot of hand holding, but Gregory Evan Fitzgerald was born at 11:45 AM. The baby was smaller than either of them expected, and stopped crying the second he was rested against Jeremy’s chest, staring up at the large man in awe and confusion about this strange new world. Michael didn’t protest, relaxing into the pillows and taking in the scene in front of him. He hadn’t felt so alive in the past decade of existence.

“Hey little guy, welcome to the family,” Jeremy cooed, watching Gregory close his eyes and open them again. His little hands were balled into fists, and his toes curled into Jeremy’s arms. “You’re quite handsome. Just like your daddy.”

Michael smiled, taking the moment to look at his and Jeremy’s little person. “I think he’s hearing your heart beat. He’s never heard one before.”

Jeremy’s eye widened. “Right… you like that little guy? You like being in your papa’s arms?” He looked down at the tiny baby, nearly dwarfed by his bicep, and kissed his forehead.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but Michael was exhausted (once again, a new feeling) and wanted to hold his baby before drifting off. Jeremy seemed to notice this, and reluctantly settled his son against his boyfriend’s chest. Michael gasped as the warm, soft baby was deposited against him, almost as if he couldn’t believe it was real. “Hey… hey, I’m here, daddy’s here, hey,” He cooed under his breath, looking at the tiny human in his bandaged arms. He couldn’t believe it, this was their baby. Gregory blinked, his eyes the same golden brown as his father’s, and let out a little yawn. Mike didn’t know what to say besides murmur again to the baby in his arms and just promise to never let go.

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